"A little. I think I'll go home and go to bed."
"I hope you'll be all right to-morrow."
"I guess so."
So they separated, Gilbert, who was not inclined to be suspicious, not doubting his fellow-clerk's statements.
That evening, when he returned to his boarding-house, the servant said:
"Did your friend find the opera-glass?"
"What?" said Gilbert.
"Shure a friend of yours called, and said you had sent him to borrow your opera-glass."
"I sent nobody. Who was it? What did he look like?"
"He was about your size, shure, and had a black mustash."